Between Sacred and Profane

i did mean to make you spill  
If you are hurt, then you'll heal  
Epicurean is a devilish will  
There is too much left to enjoy  
Away from flesh, lust and pill  
   
What doesn't kill you  
Gives you good health  
what doesn't hurt you  
Drags you in more filth  
   
Spare false words  
To a stormy day  
And sow today    
you shall reap someday  
   
Leave your complains  
On your dusty shelf  
And be a man for once  
The a stoic wolf, dies  
Don't pity on your self  
   
If poetry is cure  
Use the right potion  
Do not overuse  
Just read the ''caution''  
   
I am not to discuss  
I don't push or pull  
I do not make a fuss  
I am clear and cool !  
   
Then , i come again  
To the leitmotiv quoted  
what doesn't kill  
Reward is more  strength  
   
" There is one direction  
A one-way word to the Truth  
If you take a deviation  
Then do not blame the wolf  
And thus, Evil and Good    
Crystal clear evidence  
Are never personal mood  
No turn about the bush "  
   
If we do not even agree  
On Human behaviour ABC'S  
How can we then meet  
Upon transmitted disease  
   
And so i come once again  
To the leitmotiv quote  
What doesn't kill  
Reward is better health  
   
Freudian in your skin  
Platonic wilh more spleen  
Masochistic in your quill  
You poison your own self  
With what you spill  
   
With less respect    
To the sacred body  
Then you do profane  
The whole humanity